Chapter 4
Stan reduced me to pepper between my legs, then withdrew his tongue from my breasts.
He looked down at my saliva covered white nobs, then smiled at me.
"Turn over on your stomach, baby, so I can give you the best rim job you've ever had," he said.
"What do you mean by a rim job?"
"I thought you'd been around a little more than that," he laughed. "You don't know what
that is ? "
"No. What else would you call it?"
"An ass hole suck."
"I've never had my ass sucked. A guy offered to do it once, but I told him it would be too embarrassing."
"There's nothing like it. You'll find out soon enough that's certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. Something to get excited over."
I turned over on my stomach with great expectations. It was nice balling on the rug. It was such a nice, soft carpet.
He reached out with his strong hands, grabbing my ankles and parting my legs.
Before Stan initiated the sucking, he reached out and grabbed my thighs, fondling them in his fingers.
"You're so firm," he told me. "That's 3/4th of the fun of fucking. Having a nice firm body."
He dropped his head down finally between my legs, zeroing in quickly on my ass.
As his fingers moved over my ass cheeks, he slipped his tongue inside my ass hole.
Stan wanted to move slowly at first, so his tongue worked its way along inside my anus at a snail's pace. He let it barely scrape against my rosy red anus, but that was certainly sufficient to get me electrified with excitement.
Once more I felt the burning urges in my pussy. He kept up his snail's pace for only a short time. I figured from the very beginning that he would soon begin to work his tongue quickly around my ass hole, and that was what soon came to pass. He slipped his tongue with burning zeal high inside my ass hole, driving it high and fast inside me.
He kept sliding his tongue, driving it energetically into every crevice of my ass hole. As he sucked, I instinctively wiggled. My buttocks were flailing ,back and forth with rhythmic satisfaction. I enjoyed experiencing his every blazing tongue movement.
While his tongue kept on driving spiritedly inside my ass hole, his fingers worked their way from my flailing buttocks down to my legs.
While my ass cheeks continued to rotate under the impetus of the amazing satisfaction he was supplying my ass hole with his steady sucking, his fingers worked on my thighs, then down to my ankles.
He would work his fingers first from my thighs down to my ankles, then back up from the ankles to the thighs.
As his fingers kept on squeezing me, his tongue asserted itself in a blaze of glory inside my anus. He was stabbing me all the way into my rectum, allowing his tongue to maneuver against me with everything that he could bring to bear.
"I don't believe it," I gasped, "nothing has ever felt this good. Just keep your tongue going. I really love it."
I recognized, however, that it wouldn't be long before I would be feeling so helplessly excited down between my legs that he would have to shift his attention from my ass hole to my pussy.
Before I reached that desperation status, Stan released his tongue from my anus. He kissed first my left buttock, then my right, after which he exercised his tongue over my ass cheeks. He would rotate his tongue movements from one cheek to the other, then finally removed his tongue altogether.
"I've got to eat your box," he exclaimed.
He reached out and grabbed my arms, gliding me over on my back.
Stan's sure fingers reached down and grabbed my thighs, parting my legs with spectacular ease, then preparing to allow his tongue to come into contact with my box.
My pussy was reacting like a blast furnace, alive with combustible, electrical energy.
My legs trembled with yearning desire as I awaited his first sucking movements.
Stan had provided me with brilliant sensations in my ass hole, and now I was waiting to see what he would do once his tongue came into steady contact with my mound.
He reached out with the fingers of both hands, permitting them to glide around my breasts as he sank his head between my legs and approached my vagina.
Stan's tongue tickled my vagina with soft, fluid impact. Just as he had initiated the ass hole sucking in a slow manner, he used the same pattern of deliberation upon coming into contact with my pussy.
His tongue slid against my mound several times, after which he released it from my blazing gash and let his teeth come into contact with my clitoris.
He nibbled on my clit with just the right amount of sensitivity necessary to cause my whole body to shake and squirm. His nibbling achieved an immediate effect. It caused some juices to spill out of my pussy, which encouraged him all the more.
Once Stan saw just how hot I was, he re-leased his teeth from my clitoris and put his tongue to work on my mound.
This time he was stoutly determined to bring me off as quickly as possible. It didn't take long for me to determine just how anxiety ridden he was to taste my juices. It became only too evident from the swift manner in which he glided his tongue around my moist twat.
Every now and then he would tease me all the more by permitting his tongue to slip against my pussy hairs. But for the most part he confined his efforts to my vaginal lips, driving his tongue against my mound, moving me ever closer to orgasm.
My heart began to pound thunderously as he kept up the sucking, moving his fingers from my breasts down to my thighs.
He squeezed my thighs good and hard, but it didn't in any way deter me from my body quivering activities. The sensations were just too great for me to be able to lie still. The body shaking was as natural to me as breathing.
"You're making me burn up," I gasped, "your tongue's like magic. Keep it working."
It continued to pierce my mound, and I drove ever closer to climax, my heart pounding furiously with every additional tongue movement.
A few well-timed strokes later I was unable to hold back my juices any longer.
While Stan continued to let his fingers cling eagerly to my thighs, and as his tongue briskly collided with my box, the juices spilled voluminously out of my pussy.
"Go get it, eat it, eat it," I sighed, "I'm gushing, oh, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming."
Stan rode out the pussy storm in a wave of great satisfaction, eagerly gobbling up every droplet of juice that spilled from my mound.
As he withdrew his tongue from my mound, I observed a triumphant glow covering Stan's face.
"I knew that once you let yourself go, you'd be one hell of a flick," he told me.
"What made you think that?"
"One thing, you got a body that was made for fucking. For another, you've got a lot of spirit. But I sure as hell rather see you exercise that spirit fucking with me than slapping my face."
"Don't remind me of that."
"What the hell, I got a good laugh out of it," he chuckled.
"You did?"
"In a way. I've always liked women with spirit."
"I guess that proved that I had spirit all right."
"It sure did.
"But the wrong kind."
"Oh no, you're proving now that it's the right kind. You were just using it in the wrong way before."
He took me securely in his arms, pressing his chest against my breasts.
It felt good to feel his hot, manly chest coming into brisk contact with my breasts.
While we maintained the steady body friction, Stan slipped his tongue inside my mouth.
I ignited in a new wave of passionate ecstasy from the stimulating tongue efforts that he supplied me. The longer that his tongue pierced against mine, the more I realized that I needed Stan.
The more closely drawn I found myself be-coming towards Stan, the more I began to think back to the sex episode I had observed in the hallway between Mike and Sarah.
I thought about how fascinating it was to watch Mike having his cock sucked by Sarah. I couldn't help but wonder as I watched Sarah providing Mike with sensations galore just how it would feel for me to sink my tongue against a man's hard cock. I was doing my best to convince myself that it wasn't really Mike's cock I was after, but just a hard, solid cock.
I looked over at Stan's bulging instrument, which stared out at me. I observed the veins peering out, ready to burst forth at any moment with passionate ecstasy.
Stan observed me looking at his cock.
"Isn't that a nice hard-on?" he grinned.
"Yes, it is."
"How about doing something about it?"
"like what?"
"You any good at sucking cock ? "
"I never tried it," I shrugged.
"I'll bet you'd be great at it."
"Why, because I have so much intensity."
"That's the very reason."
"Maybe you're right."
"I'll tell you what you do, warm up to it gradually."
"How do I do that?"
"You reach out with one hand and grab the end of my pecker. I want you to play with it, dreamboat. That'll get you in the mood for more."
I studied his hard rod for several seconds, then reached out with my right hand. I. moved cautiously at first, allowing .my fingers to come into contact with his rigid prong.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded, smiling with great joy. "Just keep your fingers moving over the tip of my cock. You'll get the general idea soon enough. You'll learn to be a great cock-sucker. You don't have to rush it, just take everything in stride."
I tickled the tip of his penis by coming into contact with it many times with my smooth strokes.
"Work the fingers of your other hand against my balls," he finally commanded sharply.
"You're really getting to me, honey, and you're just starting."
While the fingers of my right hand continued to toy with the tip of his cock, I let the fingers of my other hand go to work on his testicles in the manner that he suggested.
I worked my fingers with great precision, making sure that the movements I exercised over his cock coincided rhythm-wise with those that I brought to bear on his balls.
I figured that, devoting such brilliant attention to his cock and balls, I would soon have him in a state of panting excitement. It all materialized a lot faster than I would have dreamed possible.
"Move your fingers faster," he cried out with great expectations. "I can hardly believe this is the first time you've done something like this. You're just too much."
I was delighted over the reception I was getting from him, and had just one thought in mind at that point-giving him the very best in the way of sensations.
My tickling pursuit of his balls became more relentless as time went on. My fingers moved more spryly than before, and as they came into steady contact with his balls, I kept up the quick pace over the tip of his cock.
"You can start working your fingers over the rest of my cock," he said with great urgency. "Keep sliding your fingers. You know just how to tease me with them. It won't be long I know before you start putting your tongue to work."
My fingers blazed a steady trail, moving spiritedly over his cock and balls, sending the sensations surging throughout his aroused body.